“Sign?” She was on her feet. “What sign? What’s wrong, Montez?”
“They set the monastery on fire. I’m standing here watching it burn. Screaming. I hear the screaming. I think they locked the monks inside, but some must have escaped because I see a few running for the forest. But they’re on fire. Burning—screaming and burning. I’ve got to help them.”
“Listen, Montez. It’s a trap. The minute you show yourself, Dorgal will pounce.”
“They’re burning up. Dear God, I can smell them. I’ve got to help. I’m a doctor.”
“I can see that.” She tried to think. “Stay away from the monastery itself. It won’t help anyone for you to be trapped. I’ll have Dario and his men rush over there and free anyone locked inside. Cameron says they’re in the area. If you need to help any of those monks who ran into the forest, do what you have to do. Just try to keep Dorgal’s men from catching sight of you. Okay?”
“If I can—” He hung up.
And Catherine was running out the door and down the hall to Cameron’s room. “Call Dario and tell him to get to the monastery. Dorgal has set fire to it,” she said when she threw open the door. “Montez says that he locked some of the monks inside.”
Cameron didn’t question, he was on the phone in seconds.
And Catherine was darting back to her room, tearing off her nightshirt, and throwing on her clothes. She dashed into the bathroom and splashed water in her face, then was hurrying back down the hall to Cameron’s room again.
He was just hanging up the phone. “Dario’s no more than eight minutes away,” he said tersely as he got out of bed naked and started dressing. “I told him to release those monks and try to gather up Montez if he could find him. He’s at the monastery?”
“In the forest trying to help the burn victims who escaped. It had to be a trap, Cameron.”
He nodded. “And it will be a miracle if Dario gets there before Montez is caught.”
“I know.” She rubbed her temple. “I tried to warn him. But I knew I couldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t have stopped. You wouldn’t have stopped. He talked about terrible evil and the sign he’d been given.”
“No longer a pacifist?”
“He said to come and get him. I’m going to do it. I want to head for the airport and fly down there right away. But it may be too late.”
“And it might not. Dario might get there in time. Or if Montez has already been captured, he might have been able to track them.”
“To where? The nearest airport? What good would that do?”
“Don’t be negative.” He smiled. “I have a feeling that all is not lost.”
“Feeling?”
Cameron was entirely too confident, she realized suspiciously. And Cameron was never confident unless he had a reason on which to base it. Who knew if that basis was something connected to the psychic ability he undoubtedly possessed. Though she didn’t really believe he could read the future, she thought impatiently. But she didn’t really know the extent of what he could do. He hadn’t ever shared any in-depth information with her about his capabilities. “You wouldn’t care to tell me why you have that ‘feeling’?”
“I’m an optimist.” He grabbed his jacket. “And, since you have a tendency to see right through me, I like to have the ability to occasionally surprise you.”
“Occasionally?” She moved toward the door. “I never know what the hell you’re going to do next. But if you’re hiding something that concerns me, I’m not going to be pleased.”
“My dear Catherine, I like the thought that everything that concerns me, concerns you. So the chances are that you’ll not be pleased somewhere along the way.” He followed her down the stairs. “I believe I’ll keep my surprises to myself.”
“As if there was any doubt.” She stopped short as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Wait here.” She turned and ran back up the stairs. “Luke…”
“Ah, you’re not going to risk his being angry with you again?”
“I have to tell him…” And she wasn’t looking forward to it. She had no time to argue. But she had been a coward before because she hadn’t wanted to face Luke’s almost certainly wanting to go with her. She wouldn’t do it again.
She drew a deep breath and quietly opened his door.
Luke was asleep, curled up in a ball in his bed across the room.
“Luke?” she said.
No answer.
She moved across the room to stand beside his bed.
So deeply asleep, so beautiful in his tousled disarray, half boy, half young man. Dear God, she loved him.
And dear God, she was glad she had an excuse not to face him at this moment. She would only have been able to hurl the information at him before running back down to Cameron.
She glided over to his desk and scrawled a note on a Post-it.
Sorry. I tried, Luke.
Catherine.
*
He would know that it had been a halfhearted effort, but he would also know that she had listened to him and been here.
She turned and quietly left his room.
*
“No pilot?” Catherine said as she climbed the steps of the jet and saw the open door of the cockpit. “The committee won’t be pleased you’re not taking a backup bodyguard to protect their golden boy.”
“Too bad. As we discussed, I prefer to be in control, and I haven’t had enough of that lately.” He strode down the aisle. “It might have been tolerable if I’d had a sexual reward in view for putting up with being a passenger instead of pilot, but that’s not going to happen. So come up to the cockpit and keep me company.”
She nodded and followed him up the aisle. “Shouldn’t we have heard from Dario by now?”
“Anytime.”
Cameron got the call from Dario as they were about to taxi down the runway.